The clarion. [volume] (Jackson, Miss.) 1883-1888, 1887-11-09

how THRILLING as coming through the
great anthem of the saved, accompanied
by harpers with their harps, and trumpet
ers with their trumpets, we should hear
some of the strains of Antioch, and
Mount Pisgah, and Coronation, and
Lenox, and St. Martins, and Fountain,
and Ariel, and Old Hundred. How they
would bring TO mind the praying circles.
and communion days, and the Christmas
festivals, and the church worship IN
which ON earth we mingled I have no
idea that when we bid farewell to earth
we are to bid farewell to all these grand
old Gospel hymns, which melted and
raptured our souls for so many years.
Now, my friends, il sin is discord and
righteousness is harmony, let us get out
of the one and enter the other. After
our dreadful civil war was over,
and in the summer of 1869, a great
national peace jubilee was held
in Boston, and as an elder OF
this church had been honored by the
selection Of some of his music, to be rem
dered on that occasion, I accompanied
him to the jubilee. Forty thousand peo-
pie sat and stood in the great Coliseum
erected for that purpose. Thousands Of
wind and stringed instruments. Twelve
thousand trained voices. The master
pieces of all ages rendered, hour after
hour, and day after day - Handels
Judas Maccabseus," Spohr's Last
Judgment" Beethoven's mount of Oh
ives" Haydn's Creation, Mendels-
sohn's Elijah" Meyerbeer's Corona
ton March, rolling ON and up in surges
bot
mighty cadences within were accompa-
MED on the outside by the ringing of the
bells of the city and cannon ON the COM
mons, in exact time with the music dis
charged by electricity, laundering their
awful bars of harmony that astounded
all nations. Sometimes bowed my head
and wept. Sometimes / stood up in the
enchantment, and sometimes the effect
was so overpowering / felt could not
endure it. When all the voices were in
full chorus, and all the batons in full
wave, and all the orchestra in full
triumph, and a hundred anvils under
mighty hammers were in full clang, and
all the towers of the city rolled in their
majestic sweetness, and the whole build
ing quaked with the boom of thirty can
non, Parepa Rosa, with voice that will
never again be equaled on earth until
the archangelic voice proclaims that time
shall he no longer, rose above all other
sounds in her rendering of our national
air, the Star Spangled Banner" 1t
was too much for a mortal, and quite
| enough for an immortal, TO hear, and
while some tainted, one womanly spirit,
released under its power, sped away
to be with God. o Lord, our God,
quickly usher in the whole world s
peace jubilee, and all islands of the
sea join the five continents, and
all the voices and musical instru-
| ments of all nations combine, and
the organs that ever soundedsrequiem of
sorrow sound only a@grand march of joy,
and all the bells that tolled for burial
ring for resurrection, and all the cannon
that ever hurled death across the nations
sound to eternal victory, and over all the
acclaim of earth and minstrelsy of heaven
there will be heard one voice sweeter and
mightier than any human or angelic
voice, a voice once full of tears, but then
full of triumph, the voice of Christ say
ing: Il am Alpha and Omega, the be-
ginning and the end. the first and the
last. Then, at the laying of the top
stone of the worlds history, the same
voices shall be heard as when at the lay
ing of the worlds corner stone "the
morning stars sang together.